Knock Knock
by
VampireApple
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Summary: "Knock knock." "Who is it?" "You Know." Voldemort's atypical approach at killing muggles.
Voldemort smiled evilly. On anyone else it could be called a gleeful look. The Dark Lord was never gleeful so it was an evil look. The terror of the British Wizarding World cleared his throat and few times and 'ehem'ed. Certain his voice clear he gave himself a small shake to loosen up any tense muscles. Then he knocked on the door in front of him.
"Knock knock."
"There was a flutter of curtains besides the door then a voice asked "Who is it?"
"You Know."
"You Know Who?" The door opened.
"Exactly. Avada Kedavra."
A fat middle-aged muggle dropped to the ground, dead. Voldemort gave his maniacal laugh.
"… And I was like Avada Kedavra and he was pifft dead!"
Lucius rolled his eyes and pretended to listen to his Dark Lord.